“Yes.”
“Not at all, sir, not at all, Mr. Crabtree! You started the affair. You are responsible.”
“It is not true. If you had not cut down the food——”
“Tut! tut! tut! If you had not made a mistake in that Latin lesson, sir, the cadets——”
“Don’t talk to me, sir! I say it was your fault, Mr. Cuddle,” growled Josiah Crabtree.
“And I say, sir, it was your fault.”
And then the two teachers glared fiercely at each other.
“Please, sir, what do you want us to do?” asked one of the guards, somewhat sheepishly.
“Do!” cried Josiah Crabtree. “You can’t do anything! You allowed those cadets to run away! You are a set of blockheads!”
“So they are, blockheads!” added Pluxton Cuddle.